Of green grime and lullabies sing I softly. It
makes mores sense to me than the people
squawking all around this ship. Somehow they
have all lost grasp of wonder, how amazing it is to
forge through cosmos; instead they are more
concerned with little marks on clipboards,
inspection ratings and reviews.
I get my fair share of clipboard marks, but I
learned to not care about them unless they made
my life worse. Since I’m good at my job and do it
well, my marks are always in the right spot.
Besides that, if I don’t do my job right, everyone
would die.
